And everywhere girls, tumbling from trees like orange blossoms and hitting the earth with sickening thuds. They crack open.

I stare at her collarbone that's framed with lace, the hollow of her throat, her shoulders that rise with each rise with the weight of her next breath. We're fragile things. Our bones show through our skin. What would any god want with us?

Once upon a time there were two parents, two children, and a brick house with lilies in the yard. The parents died, the lilies wilted. One child disappeared. Then the other." Pg 225

Momentum,' She repeats. 'You can't just stand there if you want something to fly. You have to run.

My head is my favorite swimming pool.

Maybe hope isn't the most dangerous thing a person can have. Maybe love is.

Because even if the lie is beautiful, the truth is what you face in the end.